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Dronmorin
Dronmorin Bree-dweller
| Name | Dronmorin |
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| Occupation | Retired. |
| Age | Old. |
| Race | Dwarf |
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| Residence | Bree-Land Homesteads |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Dronmorin is an old dwarf with bright white hair and wrinkly skin. A very visible scar runs across both of his eyes and over his nose. His blank left eye is partially open at times. His once well-kept white beard now hangs unkempt and matted from his chin. He is stocky and slightly taller than the average dwarf, though it is not visible to the untrained eye. He carries a wooden cane of exquisite craftsmanship with dwarven decorations. |
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Background
Dronmorin is an old, blind dwarf who spends most of his time sitting in the Prancing Pony, talking and drinking. He is a dwarf with pride (which other races often take for stubbornness), but he is not above being humble with people he trusts and respects. He enjoys music and merrymaking.
His roots are in the Iron Hills. He was recruited to fight in the Battle of the Five Armies, amongst the 500 dwarves that came to the aid of Thorin II Oakenshield & Co. in TA 2941. He survived the battle and helped rebuild, until he traveled to the Blue Mountains in TA 3014, visiting Bree-town on his way there. He fell in love with the idyllic rural town and countryside so much that, to the dismay of his peers, later moved there to stay.
He was blinded when an orc brute cut his face in combat on an ill-fated journey. He was escorted back to Bree by his companions and has sworn to never travel far again.
| Loves | Drink, pipeweed, a good talk. |
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| Hates | Cocky and honourless people. |
| Motivation | To wake up the next day. |
| Quotes | "SO!" "Bah nay hah!" "Ye dolt!" |
